Kait: Many events happened in between last update and this. I had a concussion, school started, AND I realized the character study of Jackson Rippner from Red Eye is the most interesting ever! I mean damn what is going on?

Sydney: hey! okay this lack of update was MY fault for the most part. The last two weeks have been extrememly depressiong for me but Kait has helped me through them and slowly i am getting better :]

Kait: Well enjoy people. This chapter was hard for me and thankfully i had written it before the concussion, cause if i hadn't I prob would by accident label the Joker, Jackie Boy or clown dude. Idk lol.

"Nichole...I don't have the slightest clue what I should tell you to make you feel better. I'm sorry." Jasper said hopelessly as he sat next to Nichole on the Joker's bed.

Earlier as Jasper came up into the room, she raced to him and pulled him into a tight hug as she cried hysterically. When he had asked her what was wrong, she proceeded to tell him everything; leaving no detail left out. He sat there, horrified, as she explained what she endured and the visions she had seen. He seemed most affected when she told him about the time she saw him dead in the hallway.

Jasper held the shaking and quivering Nichole to his chest and stroked her gently trying to calm her down.

"Jasper... Even you can't help me. You can't save me from myself....." Nichole choked out into Jasper's now tear stained shirt, but her voice was too muffled for him to hear.

He continued to say a few comforting words and hug her until her crying ceased.

Once she had calmed down enough to look at Jasper and all the smaller details about him, she managed to see the front of his hair on his frohawk was now dyed bleach blond.

She pointed to it, with a smile breaking through her sobs. "I like it."

He lightly touched the top of his hair. "Oh! Heh. Thanks, I always like to try something new....But are you feeling better now? You feel as if you can stand up and walk around?"

"Yes. Yes. With you here......" She patted his side as she sniffled. "I…I just don't want to think about what has happened...or when it will happen again."

"You were just lonely and maybe took some drugs without realizing it, girl." Jasper said half heartedly trying to make the problem seem less severe.

"Yeah..." She faked a laugh to make Jasper feel as if he was helping.

He wasn't.

Though he could comfort her.

Though he could be there to hug her and wipe away her tears.

Though he could make her feel less alone.

Though he could distract her mind just a little from the twisted visions and shadows.

He could not fully understand her.

He could not comfort her in the way she needed to be.

He could not possibly believe everything she told him.

He had to think she was just a crazy person, but chose to ignore that side of her and like the good side of her.

That is what Jasper does:

Ignore the crazy and stick with the sane side… well… what's left of it atleast.

Nichole doesn't blame him either for acting that way.

She'd most likely do the same if she was in his position.

But she was in her own position and what she needed was the Joker.

If he had just talked to her at this point, she'd be able to fight off the visions and shadows clouding her mind.

If only....

Hours later Nichole had showered and was in Jasper's room getting herself ready to go downstairs to the booming sounds of the party that had started an hour earlier.

The Joker still had not returned to the warehouse. Jasper told Nichole that he doubted he would be coming back until morning. And when he did get back, if he did not shoot everyone in the warehouse, he would just go to his room and sleep.

"Who is even at this New Years Eve party Jasper? All your friends?" Nichole asked as she put on her brown scoop neck dress she had bought when her and Jasper went to the mall.

Jasper was at his mirror, applying eye liner as he spoke. "Well yes and no," he finished applying his eye liner and blink his eyes a few times, staring in the mirror, "It's some of my friends, the other Joker goons, and then their friends....and girlfriends...and hookers....You know...the usual..." He put the eye pencil down and re-adjusted his lip ring and eyebrow ring before putting back on his glasses.

"Hookers?" Nichole repeated in a laugh as she combed through her hair a few times.

"I am going to owe boss so much tomorrow. As if cleaning up after this shit of a party won't be bad enough...He's either going to kill me or make me do so many favors for him that I'll die of exhaustion." Jasper shrugged it off. "I don't care. If I die, at least it be with a bang."

"Don't talk like that...." Nichole snapped at him.

"Jeez! Sorry Nikki. Didn't mean to offend you." Jasper wiped away a little smudge under his eye. "Just saying I like to party and no one is gonna stop me."

"I'm still in shock he let you...." She chimed.

"Well that's cause it just so happens he's busy with all his works and shit so since he's busy with that he doesn't care. And it's not like he'd be worried this place is gonna get trashed. He could give two shits about this building. I mean yeah, he'd want me to clean it up so he could walk around without stepping on glass or something and hell I want this place to have a bit of dignity. Well I'm heading downstairs. I'll see you in a little...if I haven't found some action by then and left." He blew her a kiss before leaving his room with a grin.

Nichole stared at the closed door and sat on Jasper's bed alone for a moment, hearing the loud chatter and music playing downstairs.

She laid back on his bed and shut her eyes, feeling very light headed.

Maybe if I get so drunk at this party, I won't be able to focus on this crazy shit... the thought came to her head as she looked up. The room started swirling around her as if she was spinning.

Not a chance...The shadows chimed in her ears as she stood up and headed to the doorway.

She sighed, No… It might make my visions more out of control and realistic.

"This is going to be another long night." Nichole sighed to herself as she reached for the door knob and it disappeared from her grasp.

She stared at the door in shock and tried reaching for it again. Her hand just went through the door as if she stuck her hand through a cloud of mist.

I am nothing....

Might as well see what I can do. She pushed her whole body through the door, and to her shock, wasn't surprised when she went right through it.

I amount to nothing....

As she went through the door, there was nothing but darkness on the other side of it.

Screaming was what escaped her mouth next, as her body itself began to fade. She was nothing, therefore she was turning into literally nothing.

She rubbed at her skin trying to stop the transparent texture that was spreading.

She shut her eyes tightly and fell to the ground, slamming her fists into it in rage and confusion.

She could feel the impact of her fist to the hardwood floor.

Wait....

She looked up. She was kneeling by Jasper's door. It was all another vision.

I knew it...Jasper can't take it away...or my mind off of them...

She held in the cries wanting to escape her mouth and the sudden urge to not go to the party overwhelmed her.

She just wanted to sit in the Joker's room on his bed and wait for him to return. She would beg him.

Beg.

Or even just do something to cause his anger to overpower his will to not speak to her.

Attention is fine in any form.

Still, Nichole couldn't help but wonder

What would it be like to be nothing?

Downstairs the party was a little out of hand.

Music was blasting loudly and the stench of alcohol was everywhere. There was barely room to walk around, let alone dance. It was clear to the naked eye, which of the party goers were the hookers. The couches and chairs were filled with activities similar to what Nichole had done to the Joker many many nights ago.

It made her mind ache even worse seeing the simple reminders of things she started to think would never happen again.

It had taken her a few minutes to locate Jasper in the party, and she awkwardly shuffled her way to him.

"Nikki! Finally decided to come down! Here have a drink!" Nichole didn't have to scan the room again to look for him. He had just finished dancing with what looked like to be an Abrocrombie and Fitch model. He was without a shirt, exposing a pair of glow-in-the-dark nipple piercings, a life guard whistle around his neck along with many other necklaces.

Shit… He does know how to party.

He grinned at Nichole's open mouth, amazed expression as he headed over to her and passed her a red cup filled with beer.

She took the cup with a small smile she forced. "Thanks..." She said, just finding her voice. She immediately took a sip of beer before she pointed. "You never told me about those!"

Jasper smirked, "Oh, these babies?" He said as he flecked his pack muscles, causing the piercings to shift. "Gosh Nichole… I cannot even imagining the number of times I have gotten drunk and got many things to my body done to me that I don't even remembering happening to me!"

Nichole found an honest laugh leaving her mouth as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and lead her to the group of people he was dancing with.

"Ow ow! Damn Jasper! I didn't know you had some hetero genes in you boy!" one of the guys whistled to them. He was clearly intoxicated.

Nichole gave him an awkward smile, not used to such social interactions anymore. She didn't know how to respond. She held in a smirk, eyeing what he was wearing. He was wearing shiny gold pants and, like Jasper, with no shirt exposing his tattoo covered torso. He was wearing a feathered boa around his neck.

Jasper laugh, "Sadly, no Brady… Though I would be the luckiest man in the world if I was straight and had this chicka all to myself!"

Nichole couldn't help but feel her face get fuzzy with emotion…

That is so sweet of him!

"Anyway, fuckers, this here is my home-girl Nikiester! And these are some of the queer bitches in my nest."

"Guilty as charged," Brady said, bowing his head. "And hello there Nikiester! I am Brady, ay kay ay Queen Bitch!" pointing to the tiara on his head, "And you, m'lady, are quite beautiful." He said as he took Nichole's hand and kissed it as a formal introduction.

Nichole suddenly felt thankful that she had decided to cover her scar on her cheek. She had bought the suppiles to do so that time at the mall with Jasper.

"Enchanté," Nichole said, giving a small laugh in her throat.

Oh yes. She was not used to such interactions. Being called 'beautiful' was something she hadn't heard in such a long time, she almost forgot the meaning.

It had to be the lighting in the room.... She thought negatively to herself. If the lights were all on and we were not in a crowd, he would see the monster I am. The look in my eyes that show I am not fully here.

"Hey, what's up? I'm Craig," said the Abrocrombie model himself as he stepped forward and shook Nichole's hand smiling brightly, taking her from her thoughts.

After Nichole was introduced to a few others, she looked at Jasper and said, trying her best to seem overly cheery to him, "Jasper! How dare you not introduce me to your friends sooner!" She playfully scolded. If she faked having fun, maybe she would convince herself into having actual fun.

"Yeah Jasper! Why do you have to be such a dickhead?!" A guy named Travis, said, smiling. "Don't worry honey, he just tends to get embarrassed about us, honey… We outta kick him out and let you take his place."

Suddenly, the intro of a very pop and upbeat song that every could recognize boomed through the speakers.

"FUCK YEAHH!!!!!" Brady screeched as he ran into the center of the room, tearing his tiara off.

Nichole was then pulled into the crowd with Jasper's friends and soon found herself dancing and laughing her head off.

She actually started to have a little bit of fun.

This should be an interesting night…

After about an hour of non stop dancing and chatting with Jasper's friend's, Nichole couldn't think of another time she had been in this type of situation.

This was the first time in… in… oh Lord knows! That she was communicating and socializing with completely new people. And these people didn't scorn her, they welcomed her in with open drunken arms. At one point Nichole found herself on a couch with Brady and Craig, the three of them chatting and laughing with a red headed, good humored hooker.

Nichole was pleasantly surprised by this feeling of joy. However, talking with other people didn't stop a few scary moments from occurring. Thankfully no one else noticed, and when she would start to space out, Craig or one of Jasper's friends would lightly shake her and ask her if she was okay.

After being asked, she was fine and would continue laughing, talking and dancing.

Nichole didn't need more people knowing what she was seeing and hearing.

"Oh GOLLY I need a break!" Nichole heaved a breath of air as her and Craig staggered their way through the mass pit of sweating, dancing bodies.

Nichole leaned against the threshold between the kitchen and living room area, relieved that she was in a freedom of personal space.

Craig laughed, "I hope I didn't wear you out, I just had to show them my mad dance skills with my new dance partner," he chuckled.

Nichole had remained sober, and very surprised by herself that she did. She had given Brady her drink in order for him to "boost his confidence" into competing in the dance-off challenge that took place not too long ago.

As Nichole was talking to Craig (him doing most of the talking since Nichole had to be discrete in revealing herself) as he was explaining his career in dancing, and on Broadway, a very drunken Jasper staggered over to them, holding a bottle of liquor."What the HELL are you two doing over here by yourselves?" he asked with a smile. "Ya'll aren't converting to the pussy over me, are you Craig?"

Nichole and Craig laughed at Jasper's drunken banter.

"Nah," Craig said, smiling, "But you were right, she is amazing to talk to…unlike those drunk bitches!" He shifted his head to the dance crowd as he took a sip from his drink. "I actually need a refill, Nichole do you want any?"

"No thanks, Craig."

Craig rolled his eyes with a smile on his face, "Intent on staying sober.. I LOVE IT!" and he walked away.

"Okay girl… I know you is all scared you gonna go having crazy visions and all that shit… but come on! You have got to at least have something in your system!" he said, motioning to his bottle.

Nichole smiled, "Oh come on… You're just jealous that I can have a great time at a party while I am sober and you can't." she teased.

"Ouch baby… that was cold." Jasper shivered violently as if he just got stung. "But seriously… I miss getting out of my mind with mah girl out of my mind there with me!" he pouted as he put the bottle in her hands.

She chuckled. "Jasper I don't want to--...Hey!"

Something took hold of Nichole's wrist and started yanking her backwards into the living room causing her to drop the bottle in her hands to the floor as it smashed to the ground. She looked back at Jasper, who was staring in a daze at her.

She turned herself around to shove whatever drunk person had a hold of her wrist, to pause and see a purple gloved hand attached painfully to her wrist.

Her breathing hitched.

No..It can't be.

Her eyes followed the gloved hand up to its' arm and body. She could not see the front of him, but seeing his hunched shoulders in his purple jacket was more than enough for Nichole to know the Joker was pulling her.

He was leading her into the garage area..

His attention was finally caught.

She didn't know if she was going to burst out into tears right then and there.

She knew that she was saved though… Even though she was having a great time and was suddenly pulled away from it, she knew she was saved.

Saved from herself.

Even if he was going to kill her right now, she wouldn't and couldn't care less.

He lead her to his van, which already had its' front doors open and the car itself was started. He flung her into the passenger seat and slammed her door shut tightly. He walked around to his side and hopped in, wasting no time to slam his own door shut and back the van out of the warehouse.

Nichole sat very still, staring at the Joker. Simply staring.

It seemed like ages since she had been this near him. She could hear his raging breath clearly. She could see his makeup and every spot that was smudged on it. She could smell his breath and familiar scent.

Please don't tell me this isn't another one of my visions.... She told herself as she shut her eyes tightly. When I open my eyes, please tell me he's still there.

She opened them and sure enough he was still sitting in the driver's seat, clutching the steering wheel tightly and glaring out his window.

Her mind was starting to clear as hope set in.

She faced forward and waiting for him to say something; to explain his actions or anything.

About ten minutes passed.

"So are you talking to me now?" Nichole found the courage to ask and break the silence. Her voice sounded so weak and she thought maybe that would please his need to feel in control and powerful.

After a long pause, the Joker simply shrugged and said, "I don't know" as he continued to glare out his window.

She'd take that answer.

The first words he had spoken to her in days.

Her body slumped back into the seat, feeling some of the panic clouding her mind slip away.

"W-...Where are we going?" Nichole asked, with a tone of voice that now almost sounded as if she was high.

But really she was on a high. The high of relief sinking and flowing through every vein and fiber of her body.

The Joker did not respond to her or even look at her.

Instead he let one of his hands reach into his pocket. He pulled out a cell phone and carefully dialed a number as he switched his view back and forth from the phone to the road. He put the phone to his ear and waited a few seconds.

"Meet me out back." The Joker told whoever on the other end of the phone. After another pause he growled and yelled. "Who do you THINK it is?"

After another pause, the Joker sighed at the person on the other end of the phone. "Well make the arrangements. I don't care how. Kick them out." He then hung up the phone and tossed it into the backseats.

Nichole wanted to question what he was talking about, but decided it was best not too.

After a silent fifteen minute drive, they pulled into a shanty motel's parking lot. Instead of parking, he veered the van to the left entering the side alley way of the motel. He pulled around back, where a heavyset man was leaning against the back wall, smoking a cigarette.

The Joker stopped the van, barely missing the man by an inch. The man jumped a little, and nearly dropped his bud.

The Joker opened his door and got out of the van. He made no signal for Nichole to stay or follow him. He hadn't even looked at her straight in the eye once. He'd took his key out of the car, so she figured she'd have to follow him. Taking her chances, she opened her own car door and left the van. She walked around the backside of it and stood a few feet behind the Joker. She stared at the ground mostly, but she did know the Joker knew she had left the van, but he made no movement that suggested he was going to yell at her to return to the van or usher her closer.

She decided to listen silently to their conversation.

"It took a lot of convincing, but its free for the night. Told them infectious bugs were in the room and they had to vamoose!" The man said in a wheezy voice, suggesting he really was a heavy smoker. Nichole glanced up at him and they made eye contact. He eyed her up and down in her brown dress, quickly dismissing the thoughts of her being a hooker. She was wearing something much too conservative to be one in his eyes.

"I wasn't expecting you to bring company. Are you gonna want a cot for the room?" He asked, turning his gaze to the Joker.

The Joker paused for a moment and glanced over his shoulder at Nichole. He met her eyes for the first time and hers went wide at the dangerous look in his. They were cold and yet burning through her.

At least he is acknowledging my existence. She told herself. And I haven't seen one messed up thing since I've been around him....Maybe this is working!

The Joker turned back to the man. "No, I think we'll be just fine." His tone dropped down darkly.

The man held out a pair of keys. "Room 23."

The Joker snatched the keys from his hands and started to walk towards the side alleyway they entered. Nichole paused a moment watching him walk in silence, before snapping out of her daze and half jogging to catch up with him. She stayed her distance behind him as they rounded the corner and then another till they were in the front of the motel.

It had two floors. The doors to the rooms lined the outside walls. No lobbies or hallways. There was a building off to the side that she had missed before. It was rather small and had a lit up sign saying "No vacancy." The motel was called "Narrows Way."

We are in the narrows? I didn't even see us cross the bridge. We are pretty far from his warehouse because I know for a fact it is not in the Narrows. She thought to herself.

They walked over to the door leading to the room. The Joker walked in, leaving the door wide open. Nichole followed behind, closing the door tightly behind her. When she turned to face the room, the first thing she noticed was the dirty look to everything.

Nothing new to her though, with living with the Joker.

There was a bed with an ugly yellow comforter on it and two pillows at the head of the bed. One looked like it had a coffee stain on it...well at least she hoped that was what it was. Next to the bed was a tall floor lamp on one side and a small side table on the other side. There was a door that was slightly opened on the far wall. She could see inside was the bathroom, which she did not even want to think about. On the side wall to her right was a small in clove where a small fridge and a counter top was. There was also a rectangular wooden dining table with three chairs around it.

To her left in the corner closest to her was a beat up arm chair, where the Joker was currently sitting. In his hands was one of his knives. He was examining it with interest; tilting it back and forth a few times. He did not glance at her as she walked slowly over to the bed and sat on it, facing him.

Her hopes and her own personal high of joy were slowly fading.

Ten minutes passed and no words or eye contact was exchanged. He continued to just stare at his knife, passing it between his hands idly. Nichole had migrated on the bed so she was sitting on it properly. Her back was leaning against the headboard and the pillows she had propped up. Her legs were laying out in front of her and her hands rested on her lap.

Gaining courage, she decided to break the silence.

She had to make an attempt; doubt was starting to fill her.

"Was there any point to this? Or did you just want some silent company?" She asked with all honesty, disrupting the eerie silence that consumed them both.

The Joker acted as if he didn't hear her or didn't want to answer her question. He stared down at his knife with a blank stare.

She let out a quiet sigh and stared at his shoes, not wanting to look at his face any longer.

He's still not speaking to me...He must have just wanted me to be away from Jasper when he was having his party. She thought silently to herself, until he spoke up and her stomach leapt.

"Are you sorry for trying to kill me?" He asked with an unreadable, but yet dangerous, tone of voice.

Nichole was taken aback by the simple fact he had spoken to her himself, and not to answer a question of hers. It took her an extra moment to process what he was asking her.

But when she did process it, disappointment flooded through her body.

He wasn't about to forgive her. He still was angry with her and it showed. Her thoughts of him accepting her fake apology that was going to come out of her mouth were crushed and she knew nothing she would say would fix it.

The disappointment showed as she spoke.

"Honestly... no I'm not. I know I can't say anything to make your anger disappear. Either answer I could have given to you.... you're still not talking to me." She fiddled her fingers idly.

"Well what would you call what I'm doing at this very moment?" He asked licking his lips in agitation.

"Talking...to me...But..You don't mean it. I know you don't. You're still...." She said in a mumble. "But...I don't understand... You ignore me for three days and now...You randomly bring me here and talk to me and..." She rested a hand on her head. "I'm so confused..." She muttered to herself.

She glanced over at him. He was still seated in the chair across the room staring at her with unchanging eyes. A blank stare with no obvious meaning or hint as to the true nature of his stare and emotions coursing through him.

In utter defeat she stared back at her legs sprawled out in front of her; her dress barely covering the tops of her knees. She straightened out the creases that formed on it absently.

The walls of the hotel room around her were crumbling.

I thought I knew never to expect anything out of something. She told herself. Look at what I am doing to myself again. He's just going to stare at me all night. He's just doing this to further increase my depression.

Just as she felt tears about to form over the brim of her eyes, a quick movement to her right and a sound to her left startled her.

She looked up and saw the Joker had thrown the knife in his hand across the room and it had embedded itself into the wall. She stared at the knife for a little before he spoke causing her to return her gaze to him.

He placed his hands on his knees as he leaned forward in his chair. "I have made a decision Nichole. One that might help the both of us and put the past where it belongs."

He pushed himself into a stand and started to walk over towards the bed. Just as she hoped he was going to come sit on it, he veered to the right and walked past the bed to the knife in the wall. After a few yanks, he tore it out of the wall and examined the hole it made. He walked over to the side table next to the bed and placed it there. She followed his every move with her eyes as he then walked to the foot of the bed and leaned against the wall opposite to her.

"I don't understand what you mean...What decision have you made...Because If you're just going to kill me just do it. I won't even put up a fight."

"My my, something about you has changed. Perhaps you learned a real lesson through isolation?" He teased.

She broke eye contact and crossed her arms over her chest. She stared at his pant covered knee caps, that were slightly bent while he leaned against the wall.

He broke the small silence. "Fortunately...or rather unfortunately for you, killing you is not my decision right now...."

"Then what is it?" She asked, looking back up at him as he eased his body away from the wall. He stood at the very foot of the bed. He towered over her even from the distance of the length of a simple queen size bed. Her breathing hitched as the disappointment in her returned to hope.

His tone of voice suddenly changed. A trait of his that still amazed her.

"I have been curious about something Nichole.... Ever since about a week ago. This...certain thing has crossed my mind." He licked his lips slowly, trying to prolong what he was attempting to say to her; just to make her more on edge. "I've wondered if I am capable of being better than Candy."

Nichole blinked at him a few times and raised an eyebrow.

"Better than Candy? What?" She asked, her head slightly tilting like a puppy in confusion. "And I have to tell you something about Candy.. She's disappe-"

Before Nichole could finish her sentence, suddenly the Joker grabbed onto both of her ankles tightly and pulled her roughly towards the foot of the bed. It caught her so off guard, that she accidentally bit the inside of her cheek. As he pulled her even further so her legs dangled off the end of the bed, only then she slowly started to understand the meaning to his words.

Oh my god....

"Oh...Oh no. No you're not being serious." She sat up and started to crawl back quickly.

He gave her ankle another tug before he leaned his upper body forward as he placed his hands on the bed on either side of her stomach. He lowered his face down towards her.

"I'm always up for a challenge. And I think she has presented me with one. I do enjoy being the best at what I do." He mused, sending his warm breath on her face. He started to take off his gloves.

She soaked in his scent. It being the first time she felt it actually on her, in days. The dark clouds in her mind were being sucked away as he inhaled and let his hands find the brim of her dress. He slowly slid his hands along her bare thighs under her dress. Nichole couldn't help but shut her eyes at that familiar feeling. He then hooked his fingers under the elastic band of her panties.

As he straightened himself up and away from her, her undergarments went with his hands and slid off of her. Once they were past her knee caps, the Joker slowly kneeled down as he yanked them away from her ankles and tossed them to the floor.

AhUk! She suddenly felt really uncomfortable in position. She could feel the open air touching her most sensitive area.

"You..can't be serious..." She repeated in shock. Everything was overwhelming her.

She had to be dreaming....

"Oh I've never been more serious." He spoke, trailing his fingers over her exposed thighs.

"Something tells me that you are telling the truth and that- OH-WHOAH!" Nichole bolted up in a sitting position and placed her hands on his forearms just as he started to try to pry her legs open.

The Joker suddenly froze and Nichole could feel him tense suddenly; his finger nails were starting to dig into the skin of her thighs.

"Nichole.." He spoke through clench teeth.

Nichole froze in fear.

His tone had a dangerous, deadly edge to it as if it was foreboding how he would suddenly give her the most excruciating, painful death. "If I were you… I wouldn't dare to touch me," he growled. His hands were starting to shake in rage.

Nichole quickly released his forearms from her hands and held her hands in front of her in fright. He was absolutely terrifying.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She panicked, "But please… I really don't feel comfortable with you doing this.." Her voice was shaking.

And she truly didn't. She felt morbidly embarrassed at the thought of him looking at her… down there....and...

Sure he had looked at her full bare self before, and even been rather close to her most sensative area with his face, but never had he done anything like this before.

For the first time in a long time, Nichole felt self conscious.

She figured along with this very embarrassing act, the fact he had not done anything sexual with her in a while was also not helping. She feared her body would not please him suddenly, since he had ignored it for so long. Or maybe he would grow bored of her body. Her body was the only thing that was keeping him hooked. Her mind gave him some giggles and laughs, but it wasn't enough to keep him hooked if her mind was going to remain at the state it was in now.

How much more insane could she even get?

She wanted his attention. She had it. But the pure shock of what he was going to do was messing with her mind. Confusion was her state.

He then looked up at her, his eyes in slits under his make-up. "And do you think I felt comfortable with you being under the same roof as me after you tried to kill me?! You are so repulsive… I couldn't even stand looking at you.." He licked his lips, "And now I want to try something new and see things in a new light that will exert the fact that I completely control you. You can not just waltz around doing as you please Nichole. I, on the other hand, can waltz around anywhere I want at any time."

He then succeeded in tearing her legs apart, exposing herself to him.

Nichole shrieked and purely from reflex, her hands landed on his shoulders again, trying to push him back. "DON'T-"

Her mind was telling her, he would stab her with a knife in the middle of the act he was about to perform. It caused her to panic.

His hands then drilled themselves into her shoulders as he shoved her with great force on her back.

"Nichole… I am starting to lose my patience with you," he said as he bent down between her legs (she didn't dare to close them) and he leaned a scarred cheek against her thigh as his fingers dug in her hips and pulled her down a bit more, "So I suggest you lie there, shut up, and let me do what I want."

He didn't have to yell to scare her.

And with that, his hands moved between her thighs, pushing them apart, as he planted his face at the apex between her legs.

Ohhhh SHIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

His hard and strong tongue darted out in quick laps, vigorously licking her sex. Nichole gasped loudly and placed her hands on the bed, her hands involuntarily clenching the sheets into fists.

Holy shit! Out of all things I've been pending on him to do.. THIS is definitely not one of them! Nichole thought to herself in this erotic moment. She truly didn't understand him… once again…

It is so weird… first he ignores me for three days then not even a minute ago he tells me how repulsive I am… and he is doing… this?... as a way to release his anger?

But then another thought came in to her head… It was based off of the feelings she felt during those days where she would miss him so badly to the point where it would hurt: Well...If this is his way of relieving stress… I am all for it.

She was moved out of her thoughts as he traced his hand over her thigh, to the back of her leg and moved her right leg over his shoulder; still holding it up with his hand.

"Ohhhh Goddddd!!!!!!!!" Nichole moaned loudly before quickly biting one of her fingers as a way of holding her moans back; she didn't want to wake up the neighbors. Nichole curled her toes to the point where it hurt and leaned her head as far back at it could; This angle enabled him to use his entire mouth as a means of the current action he was performing.

Nichole sunk her teeth into her finger, otherwise her screams would have pierced the walls. The way he was moving his tongue…lips… AND scars! She knew the Joker had a strong tongue from the past experiences when they would tongue wrestle… but she didn't know it was THIS strong.

The Joker growled into her as he tilted his face slightly to the side so he could try all the different angles to lap up the juices within. Each time he would turn his face or move it back and forth as his tongue continued it's quick movements, Nichole would release a loud moan before biting her finger again to try to shut herself up.

Nichole groaned in pure frustration as she slammed her hand back down on the mattress gathering up the sheets again. She gasped and panted loudly, trying to hold back the louder screams and moans that threatened to leak out.

The Joker knew of this all along and decided to literally try to enforce those sounds out of her.

He moved his left hand from holding up the under side of her thigh (her leg still rested on his shoulder) and slid his hand up under the side of her thigh and slid it up under the bundling folds of her dress. His hand skimmed over the side of her rib cage up to the underside of her bra. His violent tongue didn't stop moving against her sex as his fingers dug under the bra cup and yanked it up and pulled it off and over her now exposed breast.

Nichole's toes curled as her fingers clutched the sheets tighter until her knuckles turned white. His rough, calloused hand squeezed her breast harshly and tightly, with no intention of letting go. He pressed down as his wrist rotated in a circle.

His hand was surely causing indents on her with how tightly he was gripping it.

Nichole let out a long loud moan as he continued, touching two of her vulnerable areas.

She felt his face back away from her and his grip on her breast loosen.

Is he done? Nichole's eyes opened at that thought. Sonofatitfucking BITCH! HE PLANNED TO STOP RIGHT BEFORE I-

Suddenly, he squeezed her breast roughly that his fingernails dug into her skin…. And then she felt his long, strong, serpent, almost pointed tongue start to dark back and forth over her most sensitive area on her body vigorously at full speed. Nichole's breathing then formed a staccato rhythm. The hand on her nearly suffocating breast started to squeeze and squeeze roughly.

The Joker then brought his mouth over again and let out a growling groan inside of her, his voice causing vibrations inside of her.

This sent Nichole over the edge as she squeezed her eyes shut and moaned loudly to the point where it was almost letting out cries as her first convulsions occurred; she could feel that there were more to come.

This seemed to excite the Joker as she felt his scars lift against her in a smile before he surrounded his mouth fully over her clit; his tongue bashing it mercilessly in quick movements. He then rubbed his scarred cheek over her swollen clit. Nichole let out a scream at the feeling of his rough jagged scars. The Joker brought her nipple between his fingers and pinched and twisted it roughly, trying to make more screams come out; he was letting out his anger and frustration on her.

Nichole leaned her head back as far it could go, straining her neck. Her moans and cries filled the room. She felt herself start to contract, before she went off another wave of orgasmic euphoria, leaving her exhausted.

But he wasn't done yet.

He gave her breast one last squeeze before letting his hand rest on her right hip. He leaned his head back, taking deep breaths as he took his mouth off of her. Nichole could feel him staring at her, but her eyelids were too heavy to open as she focused on her breathing. She could still feel his heavy breaths.

The Joker scowled and using his right hand, he moved his fingers roughly over her clit, as a means of waking her up, watching his fingers do their work. Nichole groaned; this was hurting her. She leaned her sweaty head up and looked at him, wincing. She knew she still couldn't touch him. He took off of what he was doing and looked at her, smirking evily. He knew he was hurting her.

Nichole groaned as she rested her head back down, biting her lip, waiting for it to be over. She gasped when she suddenly felt his fingers enter her and his tongue took the place of where his fingers previously were.

"OH FUCKKKK!!!!!" Nichole's hips started to shift and rotate. He kept his mouth attached to her as his fingers kept moving, going in and out. Nichole screamed and moaned at the fast twitches of his tongue as he fingered her. She could feel her inner walls tighten as she arch her back and moaned loudly at her release. The ceiling seemed to swoop down over her as she felt her self convulsing uncontrollably, clenching and unclenching.

Then she was done and laid there panting and moaning before he took his mouth off of her and her fingers out of her. He leaned the side of his face of her thigh as he too, was exhausted.

The world around her was spinning. Slowly it was returning to normal and the feeling of pure excitement ran through every inch of her body. Even her finger tips were trembling as she let the arch in her back disappear.

She felt the Joker leave her and his warmth leave her tingling skin. She looked down as he lifted his head, keeping his hands resting on her thigh. His tongue was outside of his mouth, in his scar running back and forth in its crevices. His hands stroked her thighs slowly up and down with his thumbs.

He eyed her heavy breathing and dazed visage. A grin found its way on to his face.

"I win." He chimed, referring his challenge he placed upon himself, that had completely slipped from her mind.

Nichole could not even form any words. She leaned her head back on the bed as she gasped for breath. Closing her eyes and letting the darkness cover her vision, she felt as if her lungs were about to burst open with each quivering and unsteady breath entering it.

Calm yourself Nichole... She had to tell herself, trying to snap out of her euphoric state. What if he just did that to make you feel at ease so he can attack....so he can-...he felt so warm...It felt so- STOP! NO! Get a grip!

Her thought betrayed her though as all her mind could focus on was the feeling running through her. The thrill she needed and the diversion from the pain within her had come to her at last. He had produced a feeling to go through her that she had not felt for so long. All thoughts of shadows and hallucinations were gone.

"So what do we do from here Nichole?" His voice bringing her from her exhilarated thoughts.

"Wha-uh? ...I-I don't kn-know." She stumbled, giving a small wince at how out of breath she was.

She finally moved her upper body up by leaning on her forearms. She looked at him as he started to tease her by running his scar on her upper thigh, causing a small jolt of bliss to run through her.

"Oh come on." He taunted. "You know you want this. You don't have to be modest on me yet again." He lifted the side of his face off of her skin. He used her thighs as a means to stand up.

Reality sunk in as he spoke and the feelings of pleasure faded utter confusion and paranoia.

"You're tricking me." She accused.

"No tricks here babe, only treats." He joked.

"No. You're up to something!" She pushed her dress down to cover her lower half once more. "I know your moods change often, but this was too quick of a switch! You have been mad at me for days and didn't even look at me or speak to me! And now you bring me here and act as if nothing happened! What is going on!?"

He rolled his eyes. "Well apparently that didn't work." He mumbled more to himself.

"This is unbelievable even for you! How do I know you don't have a knife on you and intend to stab me with it and- UGH." Her face scrunched up in disgust as she pictured him stabbing her with his knife in the middle of intimacy.

"I already told ya, I'm not gonna kill you." He licked his lips.

"BULLSHIT! I don't believe you. A knife could be anywhere! Sure you may not kill me, but you could stab me so I am on the verge of death. This isn't just adding up at all! You haven't yelled or anything!" She said in disbelief.

"Do you want me to start yelling? If you want me to I can." He taunted.

"You should be mad!" She yelled.

"I'm starting to get mad." He warned.

"But...But....You're gonna stab me. I know it!" She repeated, completely wrapped up in the perplexity of the situation.

She was in so much confusion.

"LOOK!" The Joker growled, "Here is a solution!"

With that, he stood up and quickly unbuttoned his vest and shirt tearing it off. His belt, shoes, and socks were the next things he tore off before his pants came down along with his boxers. He extended his arms out to each side of him as if welcoming her to a show.

Everything had happened so fast Nichole couldn't even think of what to say or...even think.

Well… this isn't something that you see every day… The Joker performing a strip show.

The Joker narrowed his eyes at her, "If you want to come and check go ahead! I'm not wearing my strap on!"

Nichole could feel her eyes swell up to the size of goofballs. "Your WHAT?!"

"Strap on knife....." He rolled his eyes. "Get your head out of the gutter. But I have no knives on me Nichole..."

His arms dropped by his side as he stood back at the foot of the bed, staring at her. Nichole couldn't help but eye his battered, strong body, taking in every detail with her eyes.

If I'm not dreaming then this is fucked up. She thought to herself. Nothing is making sense at all.

"But I still don't understand why-" She began.

He stopped her with his words. "You don't have to understand. You can try to sort out your thoughts later Nichole. For now just keep quiet with your whining."

With that he reached forward, grabbing either side of her hip and pulling her into him roughly before jumping on the bed ontop of her. As soon as Nichole felt his hard manhood between her thighs, her lust took over. Her legs curled around his waist in a reflex-like motion before he thrust himself inside of her. A groan escaped her mouth at the sudden feeling of him inside of her. He seemed to fit her perfectly at this point and with his own saliva on nearly every inch of her lower self, he had no problems.

All her thoughts and questions suddenly melted away and her mind was consumed by the satisfaction she was receiving.

The phrase "Actions speak louder than words" crossed her mind.

Her body tightened up and the back of her head pushed into the mattress as her back arched even more as he gave another thrust at that moment; making it slow and prolonged, letting out a loud groan himself.

"It looks like someone is a little over dressed," he panted, referring to her dress. He then leaned back, her coming up on his lap since her legs were wrapped around his waist, reached behind her back and yanked the dress off of her. His fingernails dug into her back as he took her off her bra and threw it across the room. "That's better," he mumbled against her neck before he leaned forward and laid down back on top of her. He reached one of his hands up went to her breast and began to twist and grab at it with no end.

Her upper body could feel the vibration as her skin was being pushed around by his paint smeared hands.

An, "Oh god..." came out of her next breath as he dug his fingernails into her breast and slowly raked them up to her nipple, where he pinched and twisted at it.

"Still worried I'm going to stab you?" He said as he did not miss a beat as he spoke, and managed to still sound taunting.

Even if he did. She would not care the least.

She just never wanted the feeling she had to go away.

The three days of isolated torture and depression were now becoming a distant memory. No longer could she remember the feelings she had during that time. Only the jolt of excitement racing through her pores currently.

He looked at her facial expression and took that for his answer.

She was staring at the ceiling, with her mouth slightly open to help get the warm air into her lungs. The sides of her mouth were slowly moving upwards into some form of a smile. Her hair was spread out on the bed under her head and shook against the mattress like a wave on each thrust. Her eyes were half covered by her eye lids and she looked as if she was in absolute heaven.

"I'll take that as a no." The Joker began to laugh manically.

With that his fingers left her breast and groped their way under her rear; clawing into its delicate flesh.

Her eyes squeezed shut as he controlled her movements for her. He pulled her forward and back by her hips. He let out a grunt as he picked up his pace suddenly.

She thought the feelings she had received before when he had done his 'challenge' were impassable, but she began to doubt that as he suddenly let his hands run down from her behind and rest on her under her upper thighs. He let them wander down to under her knee caps, where he pried her legs out of their hold on his waist.

In one fluent motion he took her legs and lifted them; placing the crook of her knees on either of his shoulders. One of his hands went on to her left hip and the other rested on the side of her leg.

Nichole's hands clenched into fists. Her fingernails dug into her palms leaving behind red marks. She let out a loud scream of thrill as from this position he was able to enter her deeply.

The Joker kept his stare down at her face as he let out grunts and moans of his own. He gripped her so tightly, she could not make her own free moments or wiggles.

He was in control over her and it excited both him...

and her...

Her mind had attached itself to him and honestly could not function properly without him. With him being the closest he could ever be with her, she was at ultimate ease with herself and him. Their relationship was nothing more now than just survival for her. Her only piece of happiness when they had these moments. Her only 'friend' as twisted as it was. And she did not even think she could come up with a word that could describe their relationship.

They weren't friends.

They weren't lovers.

And they certainly weren't 'bed buddies'; they were more than that.

They were simply...one.

Fifteen minutes later, Nichole and the Joker were lying side by side on the bed, staring at the ceiling, each smoking a cigarette, ironically trying to catch her breath. No words had been spoken. He had just crawled into the spot next to her and they both scooted upwards on the bed so their heads were on the pillow.

He broke the silence of recovery, letting out a puff of smoke.

"So Nichole...I am gonna ask you again....Are you sorry for trying to kill me?" He turned his head to face her; taking in another drag of his cigarette and playfully blowing a puff of smoke in her face.

She repeated his action and furrowed a brow in thought as she stared at his chin to escape the intensity of his dark gaze.

She took a few drags in contemplation before she made eye contact as she spoke, "Yes I am sorry."

"If you're lying to me just because you think the truth will hurt me-" He taunted, but this time she stopped him with her words.

"I'm not lying. At the time I attempted to...I wasn't sorry. But now I am." She frowned.

"Why is that?" The Joker mused.

"I know as impossible as it sounds, but... I changed during the three days you ignored me." She scrunched her nose, trying to push away the saddened thoughts of isolation.

"Don't tell me you now got three people in your head." He rolled his eyes, teasing her.

"No...but..Oh...You never let me tell you what I needed to before. Candy...She's...She's disappeared." Nichole licked her dry lips absently.

"Disappeared?" The Joker raised an eyebrow, deciding not to hide his actual confusion for once with a snotty remark.

"Like I said...I've changed during those three days." She stammered, unable to put what she wanted to say to words.

"Nichole....You have confused me more than you know. Now I demand you just explain to me what happened to you while I ignored you." He rolled over on his side to face her and tugged on a piece of her hair harshly, urging her to speak.

"Okay okay I will....." She batted away his hand, hearing him laugh. She decided to not roll over to face him as well at this point, keeping the hand holding her cigarette in the air. She averted her gaze to the ceiling once more. She did not want to see his facial reactions to what she was going to say. He had believed her in the past about the many crazy things that happened to her and he even fully believed her about Candy, but what had happened to her for those days were so unbelievable, she didn't know what he'd say at all.

So then she explained it all.

The shadows.

The visions.

Candy disappearing from her mind.

"And now that I'm here talking to you and you are not mad at me...Everything has sort of gone away. Well except Candy hasn't come back...and I don't know if she will. But in those three days I realized, I needed her...but she wasn't there. No one was there..." She began to actually speak without registering it was the Joker she was speaking to. She spoke without care and without choosing her words. She was going to tell him exactly how she felt and what she thought.

"So why is it you kept coming closer to me each day. Once outside my door, the next in my room on the floor?" He asked wiggling his eye brows while he took another inhale from his newly lit cigarette since the other one wore off during her story.

She glanced at him and could not read his face. At this point she did not know honestly if he did believe her.

"You are the only one that really believes the things I tell you and for that reason....I-..." Looking at his face made what came out of her mouth next, extremely difficult. "I know this sounds insane...but..because of that I feel...a certain....comfort."

He remained silent and continued smoking his cigarette, so she stumbled as she continued. "I feel alone in this world, because I hate it. They don't understand my mind, but...you do. My mind has..." She sighed, seeing her beating around the bush was not helping. "I.. I think its' latched itself onto you because you're the only one that believes and understands me. It doesn't matter that you and countless others, were the ones to cause it to become like this. I now know what's done is done. When I'm around you...it reminds me that...I'm not alone. I think that's the reason I feel...'normal' around you. And why I..wanted to be around you."

The Joker narrowed his eyes in thought, taking in her words.

"I believe everything you just told me Nichole," he said as he handed her his cigarette, "I honestly do. But there is one thing I don't believe...and that is..." His voice suddenly went from serious to light hearted. "...that that is the only reason you want me around you...." He teased suddenly as his fingers ran over her thigh.

"Well...Yes.." Her breath caught in her throat at how gentle his touch was her at this moment. She had to move her hand down and bat away his, so she would not be distracted by his games. "That is another thing...I do not mean to upset you when I say this but....In a twisted way the only pleasure I get in my life now..comes from you. My lows are low. I don't want to feel depressed and sad anymore. I don't want to think about what has happened to me. I honestly am starting to forget most of it, because I told myself to forget it! So in the time to myself I thought about the only source of something other than depression and pain, and that was coming from you....as sad as that sounds. I-...I just don't know. I'm not even making any sense to myself." She stared at his bare chest as her face was on the verge of breaking at how ridiculous she thought she sounded. It upset her she could not even figure her own mind out. She just knew what she wanted...but she couldn't figure out how that came to be.

He reached up and stroked a stray piece of hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ears, accidentally scraping his fingernails hard against her skin, but it didn't matter to him.

"Well we can't have you crying can we? You're just lucky I happen to be good at 'fighting' your depression Nichole." He grinned mischievously, taking back his cigarette she took a few smokes out of. "Like I said earlier, we can stop talking about the past. Live in the now. It's what I do. And it's what you are going to do too...right now." He took another drag before reaching over and smashing the cigarette in the ashtray that was provided on the little table next to the bed.

With that the Joker suddenly got up and placed one hand and snaked it under her, resting it on her back. With his other hand he placed it on her rear. He quickly picked both her and himself up off the bed and slammed her into the wall by the desk. The wind was slightly knocked out of her as her back hit the wall and it would have been completely if his hand had not moved behind her neck and back to cushion her hit.

He then moved his hands down to under her upper legs and made them wrap around his waist. His bare chest smashed into hers, causing her already tender breasts to ache.

"You have to warn me before you do these things. You're going to give me a heart attack..." She breathed out in a slight smile, putting one hand on his shoulder and her other on the side of his arm.

He tilted his head at her, as his grin grew. "But then you'd be prepared for things babe. I'll teach you another life lesson here....always be on your toes." He chuckled.

The Joker reared his groin down and entered her again and then smashed his lips onto hers.

It had been their first kiss in days and she had forgotten how he had tasted against her own moist lips. The taste of sweat, makeup, and cigarettes.

She had forgotten how his tongue would swirl around her closed lips until she would open her mouth to greet him. She had forgotten how much it would tickle her mouth as he ran it over the roof of her mouth and her teeth.

She took a staggering breath as he thrust into her deeply and she sucked the air from his mouth in the process. He picked up viscously with the kiss. Her back was aching from hitting the wall with such a force, but it didn't matter.

The tingling feeling and powerful jolts of pleasure racing through her body made up for it as she wrapped her arms around him.

His mouth left hers and he dug his mouth into the side of her neck, sucking at her skin like a leech. She leaned her head against his, bringing one of her hands under his arm to dig her nails into his back and her other hand went under his arm and up to tangle in his greasy wet hair.

She grasped it roughly as her eyes shut to take in the moment of pure bliss.

His own fingernails were digging into her legs as he supported her up. Each thrust, the wall and his body would vibrate through her being. She let out a moan, as he moved down on her neck. The side of his forehead was against the side of her chin and smeared his makeup onto her.

"Yes. Oh fuck yes." She moaned out into his skin, digging her teeth into his broad shoulder.

Before she knew what was happening, she felt her back leave the wall. He was still inside of her as he shuffled them a few feet, so she was sitting on the desk. Her legs remained around his waist, but his hands greedily moved up to grope at the small portion of her behind that was not sitting. He used his hands to push her into him rhythmically.

With the desk now supporting her weight, he had free reign to let his hands wander and explore her body, that he grew so fond of touching. His fingers picked up every droplet of sweat pouring out of her skin.

Nichole took her hand in his hair and tugged his head away from her neck. Her lips were aching for him to return, so she smashed her own lips into his. There were of course no objections from him.

Their tongues wrestled roughly with one another, fighting for dominance in the small area their mouths provided. Though, the Joker had the upper hand.

She pulled away for a moment, to catch her breath. With one intake of fresh air, the Joker gave her no more time, before he brought his hand behind her head and forced her mouth back to his. Even though they returned to their passionate kiss, he continued to push her head into him, as if she was going to slip away from him if he let go.

He let out a moan into her mouth as his other hand pushed as hard as it could on her back, forcing himself into her as deep as he could on the next thrust.

"Nichole..." He growled.

Another thing, she had forgotten....

..how much she enjoyed him moaning her name.

After a good ten minutes Nichole leaned against the desk while the Joker leaned against her trying to catch their breaths. His hands were on either side of her, resting on the desk. His head was ducked, hiding his neck from her line of sight. His hair hung over his face in clumps as he panted for air; sounding like an animal that had just recovered from a vicious fight. Each breath he took, sounded so odd and abnormal to her.

"I think-..." He started to say. "I think I'm hungry." He said flatly.

Nichole breathed, realizing she too was a bit hungry. "Me too." She agreed idly.

The Joker leaned forward a bit tilting his head at her. His breath was against her lips. She could feel every staggering movement of air and the scent of him. His eyes shut as he was inches from her mouth.

His slow and gentle like movements, made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up nervously.

"SO WHAT DO YOU WANT TO EAT?!" He boomed loudly and backed away and pulled out of her laughing as he watched her jump in her spot and fall off of the desk in fright.

The back of her arm scrapped against the edge of the desk and she placed her other hand over it wincing in pain.

"Stop doing that!" She screamed in disbelief at his random outbursts.

He chuckled and walked to the side table a few feet away. He picked up the phone casually and looked at the directory. After a few moments of staring, he dialed a number and put the receiver to his ear.

"Pizza." The Joker stated flatly to the person on the other side of the phone. "Name?" He looked over at Nichole and sucked on his bottom lip in thought. She gave him a shrug.

"Ah yes..." He turned his eyes to glance at the wall in front of him. "John Smith."

A pause.

"You have caller ID. Figure it out for yourself!" He placed the phone on its rest and chuckled.

Nichole's eyes wander over his bare figure a few times.

"John Smith?" She teased. "That is the best you could come up with?"

"I was going to say your name." The Joker scrunched his nose up, as if the idea repulsed him. "But then I remembered that I wanted to answer the door, so I gave a male name."

"Why do you wanna answer the door....Please don't kill the pizza boy. I don't want blood on my food....." She said.

"Well if he doesn't abide by the 30 minutes or less policy I can't promise anything." He folded his hands behind his back and pressed his lips tightly together to hide his smirk.

She rolled her eyes and stood up, feeling the cold air hit her bare form. It was then she realized just how warm he was when he would lean his body against hers. The room was freezing and her source of heat was gone.

Nichole took one of the top blankets off the bed and wrapped herself in it as she made her way to the dining room table. She sat in one of the chairs snuggling the rough and uncomfortable blanket to her, in need of heat and well....she did feel slightly odd to walk around with no clothes on.

The Joker came over to the table. He was only wearing his checkered light blue shirt, without buttoning it up. He too must have been a little cold without his own source of heat. He sat down in the chair that was adjacent to her, sitting on one of the longer sides of the table.

Nichole could not help but suddenly blush at the thought of what they had done...twice.

And what he did...before that.

It all felt so good. She smiled inwardly. If I can just stay on this side of him. His good side... If I can do this than I think all will be okay in life for now...If I can just remain on this high..

Nichole was completely content and relaxed, sitting next to the practically naked clown.

She was even outwardly smiling at him at this point.

The Joker had propped his feet up on the table and crossed them; leaning back in his chair. His hands rested on his bare lap. "The food better get here fast." He mumbled, staring at the blank table with hunger.

"I-" Nichole started to speak, wanting to agree with him, when suddenly she thought of something.

Nichole then furrowed a brow as she followed her thoughts deeper.

She started to raise questions in her mind as she thought of the small movements and gestures the Joker has made to her ever since they had 'made up'.

He has done away with me twice today...and he hasn't touched me when we aren't doing anything. She figured out. He hasn't... bugged me with questions that are personal....he hasn't attacked me... He doesn't make friendly eye contact... He must be still mad at me. Her thoughts sparked her emotions to suddenly spiral downwards.

And what is to happen when we leave here? Will he ignore me day in and day out and only pay attention to me for sex? Sure, I would not mind that at all since it's something I like but....If he's still mad at me this isn't good. He could strike me down and....

He'll grow bored of me...then kill me. If I anger him in any way, since he still hates me he'll kill me without hesitating. He's going to-

"You what-tah...Nichole?" The Joker's dangerous tone of voice brought her from her thoughts.

She met his eyes. Even from the distance of a mere single side of a table, his eyes looked like two dark holes against his makeup. A bottomless pit that she did not want to fall into.

"Nothing." She lied, averting her stare to the table.

Silence consumed them. She dared to not look up once. Then he slammed his feet off the table and on to the ground. He made no effort to speak or any other movements after that. They both remained sitting in their chairs without speaking. Both lost in their own private thoughts.

I am always so negative...Nichole told herself, as she was only assuming the worst of everything and thought she was reading too deep into things.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Pizza!" A voice came from the door.

Nichole and the Joker both looked up from their stoic stares at the table, to the doorway. Another knock caused Nichole to shuffle in her seat, ready to stand up and answer the door.

The Joker put a hand in the air, indicating her to stay seated. He stood up himself and walked over to his jacket first, calling a 'Coming!' to the pizza boy as he searched through his various jacket pockets for his trusty friend. Finally upon pulling out his gun, Nichole made a low wavering whistle to get his attention.

When he looked at her, she narrowed her eyes. "Don't kill him!" She hissed through her teeth.

Blood and pizza were not a good combination.

The Joker smirked and said nothing as he turned his back to her and answered the door. He opened it and stood his legs and waist down behind the slightly open door, so his bare lower self would not be exposed to the suddenly nervous teenage acne infected boy standing open mouthed with pizza box in hand.

Nichole did not blame the teenager for having such a terrified look on his face. For one...it was the Joker in front of him with a gun; and not only that, but in nothing more than a shirt and with his makeup smeared like crazy.

He pointed the gun up to the space between the boy's two eyes. "How much is the pizza?" The Joker chimed.

"O-O-On t-t-the h-house." The boy said shaking.

The Joker lowered the gun and tilted his head at the boy. "No no no..." He cooed out. "I want to pay you for your humble service to us..." The side of his mouth twitched as he fought in a sneer.

From where Nichole was seated, she could see the Joker's knuckles become white due to his tight grip on his gun.

He's going to kill him.....

Her old normal self was telling her to stop the Joker from sending the small piece of metal piercing through the acne infested skin of the youth.

Working against her new instincts, Nichole stood up and tightened the hold of the blanket around her with one hand. With her other she snaked it through an opening of the blanket and walked slowly behind the Joker.

She took the frame of the door in her hand, and used the side of her body to push the Joker away from the opening of the door. She quickly grabbed the pizza from the boy's hands.

"If you want to live, you better keep your mouth shut and forget everything you just saw. Is that clear?" Nichole told him calmly, as she closed the opening of the door so only her face could stick out into the cold winter air.

The boy nodded his head. "Y-Y-Yes ma'am. I promise."

"Good then run along and think of a good excuse to tell your boss as to why the pizza is gone and you have no money." Nichole added quickly, so that the boy had time to think of an excuse instead of being on the spot when his boss would question him. She shut the door tightly and locked it with both the locks.

Time to face his anger. She knew her small little act of kindness to that boy would cause him to be outraged, but she didn't care.

So she turned around and decided to start the argument that was bound to come, herself. "If you had killed him our location would have been given away! These walls aren't that sound proof!" She said as she banged her fist on the wall by the door. "Someone would have heard the shot and then what? Do you think before you act? And even if no one heard it, what about the body and the blood? Someone would walk by and see the blood!"

The Joker stared at her with a blank stoic expression. His hand reached forward slowly. It looked like it wanted to fit itself perfectly on her neck in a tight hold, but it didn't. Instead it reached for the pizza box from one of her hands and ripped it from her.

"You ruin all my fun. Yanno that babe? I wasn't gonna kill him. I'm not brainless. I knew what would have happened if I did. I just like to mess with people. You of all people should know that. So next time don't overreact!" He walked over to the table and slammed the cardboard box down.

He sat down in his chair and flung the box open. The Joker took a slice and began to bite into it. Cheese strands that clung to the pizza still as his mouth took a chunk of it, fell limp onto his chin giving him an odd sloppy appearance.

Nichole pressed her lips together to stop from smiling, as she remembered she was supposed to be angry at the moment. She walked over to the table and sat in the same chair she had before.

"Well I-" Nichole sighed, seeing no point to further the small war of words. "I'm sorry then. I didn't know you weren't going to kill him. I'm not a mind reader." She reached forward and grabbed her own slice.

"If you were then I'd have no fun at all." He chimed, taking another large bite; almost done with his first piece.

The pizza really hit the spot for her. They both ate in silence.

Silence...

Isolation....

No contact...

It's something she hated now more than anything: sitting with him while no words were exchanged between them caused her stomach to twist into a tight knot.

All the sex is doing is avoiding our problems....

"What?" The Joker asked her suddenly.

"Oh...nothing. Sorry thinking out loud." Nichole bit her tongue. Her last thought, had accidentally come out as a mumble.

After a moment of silence, the Joker spoke up again. "And what is it you are thinking?"

Might as well give it up...

"I'm thinking....I still don't understand you. And don't say that I shouldn't try to understand you, because I get it. I don't try to understand your motives and thoughts normally, but right now I want to....Because still nothing is making sense to me!" She dropped her fourth slice on the table. "What we are doing tonight...is avoiding the problem! I want to know...are you mad at me? Are you still boiling over with rage? When you look at me when we are just sitting around idly...do you have the urge to drive the knife into me like you used to back when I wouldn't willingly submit myself and try to kill you all the time? Why did you bring me here? Why now?....Do you hate me?"

The Joker plopped his piece of crust into his mouth and chewed it slowly; not taking his eyes off of her. They were drowning her in their brown sea of emptiness. Every word she spoke, had added water to his sea.

He then folded his hands on the table calmly, almost in a teasing like manner. "Well Nichole...You love to ask questions dontcha?"

"I ask them for you to answer them!" She leaned forward in her seat. His stubbornness was eating away at her.

The Joker then stood up, keeping his hands pressed flat palms down on the table as he did so.

"Fine then Nichole! I will give you the answers that you so desperately want to know! What we are doing tonight is not avoiding the problem. Why is that? Because there is no more problem, like I said there was none! You just keep thinking about what did happen and not about what is happening. You are creating the problem Nichole! I don't look back. When I do things I never stop and think about it, I just move on to the next thing at hand. When I blow a place up, I don't look back and admire it! I keep going forward and think about what I'm doing next! I am not still mad at you for what happened Nichole. I'm over it because now thinking back to it I can laugh and think its funny to see how messed up in the head you really are! I gave you those three days, not to give me space, but to give you space so that maybe you too would come to see how messed up you are! And it worked! As you were explaining to me all the things you saw and thought about when you were alone, I was smiling on the inside, seeing that you finally hit that point I knew would come one day. The day that you can't be by yourself anymore! The day you would have to latch yourself to me, because I have all the control over you! The day that you would figure out the only thing good that could happen to you for the rest of your life is physical contact with me. I find it hilarious!"

He began to laugh, holding on hand to his stomach as if his laughter caused him pain.

"I-I-I finally thought that today would be a good day to bring you back into my world. You spent a little vacation in your own little world and I can see you are finally relieved to be home." His voice wavered as he continued to laugh, falling back down to his seat. He slammed his hands back on the table, trying to contain his laughter. "I don't hate you Nichole. I used to, because you were always narrowly avoiding and escaping my plans for you. I never intended to do these sort of things with you Nichole, but it just happened. You facinate me Nichole. I love it to sit back and watch you become your own worst enemy. And look at how much you've changed with your perception on me. Can you answer me this: Do you hate me Nichole? Do you just want to drive a knife into me?"

No air...

No air...

Why is there no air in my body?

Head is light.

Mouth open. Let air in.

Inhale....Inhale deeply. Exhale. Remember to keep breathing...

Nichole stared at him with her mouth hanging open, letting in her air; sounding as if she had run a marathon. He caused her to be at a loss for words.

How does he do that? How does he know just what to say to cause me to feel so much under his control. Why is my palm bleeding?

She looked down and saw her hands were clenched into fists once more, but this time her fingernails had penetrated her skin causing blood to trickle out of it and dry up under her nails; along with the skin collected under them.

"I don't know..." She told him.

Do I hate him? Of course I do? But do I? Really? Hate? I hate myself more don't I? But I thought he has helped me. What even is hate? It is much more powerful and rage filled, than what I feel for him. If I hated him I wouldn't be having sex with him. Would I?

"Maybe..." She shrugged as her thoughts started to convince her there was a slight chance she didn't hate him.

"Maybe...I don't hate you anymore..." She stared at the table, as her words just came out freely at this point before she could stop them. "I don't know. I did hate you. But maybe I hate you so much that I can't hate you anymore. I don't care about life...so....if I don't care, then I don't care to hate. So If I don't care to hate, then I don't hate you. If I don't hate you then what do I feel? A peace inside of me....because of acceptance. I feel at peace around you now, unless its like now when our line of questioning involves all this thinking and thoughts and-"

A crash of plates and glass caused her to jump and look up from her seat and her words stopped flowing.

The Joker had stood up from his chair once more, causing it to fall to the ground behind him. He had used one arm and slid it across the table, spilling all of its' contents to the floor.

"Then don't think anymore!" he stormed over to her, "Just accept this dysfunctional relationship we have and DEAL with it!" and he took her waist in his hands. He quickly picked her up and slammed her back into the table ripping the sheet off of her and pulled her body to the edge of the table. This all happened so fast.

The Joker tore her thighs open with his hands and without a second though, thrusted himself inside of her. Nichole groaned as she arched her back, trying to get used to this. The Joker moaned before he let out a huge puff of air. He grabbed her hips with his hands as he began to move in and out of her. Nichole grunted as she felt his fingers cutting into the skin of her hips.

"Oh God…" she moaned as she arched her back so far that she could see the other side of the room. "Could you be any more predictable?" She smirked as she laid her back down and once again wrapped her legs around his waist.

She was being sarcastic.

He chuckled amist his deep breaths and grunts. "Babe… I don't have any limits." He closed his eyes as he suddenly jacked his pace up. The sound of wet flesh hitting against each other echoed off the walls. He then let his upper body rest on hers.

She felt his heat once again....

His mouth rested by her breasts and he traced their soft delicate curves with his mouth and teeth. He was proving his control over her and she was basking in every minute of it.

She never knew acceptance could be so thrilling....

When they were done yet again, the Joker pulled himself out of her and remained leaning over her body on the table. His forearms were resting on either side of the table by her stomach. His head was inches above her stomach, dripping his sweat from his hair on to her. She was glad he didn't kiss her once during this round. She needed to be able to breathe during this one.

Her head was getting rid of all its answered questions and replacing them with him and the feeling of him inside of her.

He made her feel no longer misunderstood.

He was panting profusely at this moment and she looked down to see his sweat had caused a pool of salt and water to collect in her belly button. She took in the sight of the imprint of his face made out of face paint, that was by her breasts and stomach.

"Had enough yet?" Nichole joked, panting herself.

The Joker looked up at her and his mouth suddenly formed into an evil looking grin. "Babe, I'm just warming up. What we talked about before....this got me thinking. Maybe I am slightly wrong...Maybe it is okay to dwell on the past just a little bit..."

"What?" Nichole leaned up on her elbows. His sudden mood swing and change of thought worried her.

He nodded his head. "Yeah. It got me thinking that I don't think I have given you a fulfilling punishment for trying to kill me...."

Her eyes widened. "No...No! I was wrong! Not you! Don't start thinking like me!"

"No no no calm down babe, see this can be fixed. You might just have to do me one of those favors again." He grinned.

He's just fucking teasing me... She sighed in relief. He's just using this to his advantage to get another round going. Good...Here I thought he was gonna beat me with another belt!

She rolled her eyes and smirked. "We are so past the point of lap dances, don't you think?"

The Joker shook his head and began to laugh. "Oh no ho ho no no. I'm not talking about you dancing Nichole...." He straighted up and walked over to the side table by the bed while Nichole laid there, dazed and confused. He pulled something out of it and walked back over to Nichole, who remained laying on the table.

Her nails dug into the table as he advanced on her.

What did he take out?

Was it his knife?

What does he want?

Why do I jump to conclusions so much!?

The Joker then went back and stood in between her legs. He leaned forward, causing her to lay herself back down, with one hand resting on the table and the other behind his back holding his unknown object.

"In fact...I'm not even planning on having you move at all." With that, the Joker placed his other hand in front of her face and steel metal hit her face just a tiny bit.

Her eyes focused on the object dangling from his hand, hitting her chin as it swayed back and forth.

Handcuffs.

"Handcuffs?" She said out loud. She gulped, swallowing the lump in her throat. "I am...not into that.."

"Oh come on...you surely didn't think that that boiler room thing was the ONLY time I was going to put some handcuffs on you, now did you?" He grinned, shaking them in his hand teasing her. "I just want to this time to be about what I want to do and less about what you want. I want all focus to be on me. It's only one time that would be un-enjoyable for you. Is that so hard? Besides...Who knows...you may enjoy it? That be funny!"

"Is this really a punishment...or is this just something you really want to do and are using the punishment thing as an excuse to get me to agree?"

He sucked on his bottom lip for a moment. "It's just an excuse. I'm going to be blunt with you. But I'm sorry to inform you Nikki, just cause you give yourself to me and are fine with being around me now a days, it doesn't mean you're not going to have to do things you don't want to do just cause you...enjoy my company." He laughed.

She looked at the handcuffs and sighed. "There really is no way out of it." Her mind was racing at the thoughts of what he could possibly do with her in such a weak and defenseless state. "Are you going to kill me during it?"

"If you ask one more time if I am going to kill you, I may just say yes and do it so I don't have to hear you ask again." He growled. "Nichole...I'll tell you when I'm going to kill you. I'm always straight forward with you with my intentions. I'm not going to kill you. Not tonight."

"I...believe you." She responded, quickly seeing he was growing antsy.

"Good. Then can I believe you when I tell you to get to the bed and stay there while I go into the bathroom for a moment and you respond with a 'yes I will'?" He let his other hand off the table for support as he straightened up; his hand gliding across her body as he did so.

"Yes I will." She smirked, mimicking his tone of voice.

"Be right back then sweetie." He teased and patted her head like an obedient dog.

The Joker then walked behind where she was on the table towards the bathroom. Only when he shut the door, did Nichole sit up and get off of the table. She bent her back forward and backwards when her feet were on the ground, easing out the kinks and nicks in it.

"I'm going to feel so sore tomorrow." She mumbled to herself. She reached a hand back and felt a few bruises that were on the back of her hips and shoulders. Going to the sink, she poured herself a glass of water and chugged it down, clearing her dry throat. A small towel that would be used for dishes was hanging from the handle to the mini fridge. Nichole took it and ran it under the sink. She then let it clean off her face and chest that was covered in two different sweats and makeup. Throwing the towel into the sink, she made her way to the bed and laid down on it.

In the distance she could hear the Joker in the bathroom, running the sink water, as if he himself were freshening up after all their little events throughout the evening.

She had to chuckle to herself now.

Their fight was over.

She wondered what life would be like when they were at the warehouse now.

What would a normal day be like?

What would we do?

What would I tell Jasper?

I cannot wait to see his face when I see him and tell him what happened.

She laughed louder picturing Jasper in her mind, not noticing the Joker had returned to the room and was standing at the end of the bed watching her laugh to herself like a child.

"Am I missing a joke? I don't like it when I miss something funny Nichole." The Joker grinned at her small shriek of terror when she realized the Joker was there. He snaked himself out of the shirt he had kept on and let it hit the floor.

Nichole eyed him for a second, "… Now wait ju-"

BAM!

In the next moment, the Joker jumped forward landing roughly on top of her; crushing her rip cage and body with his. He quickly found and grabbed one of her wrists.

"WAIT! NOT SO FAST!" Nichole shrieked, but he had her one hand clipped in the cuff, "Can't we just discuss this for a second?!". He let the other cuff swing around one of the tiny poles on the headboard and then found her other wrist and cuffed that one.

Her body wriggled beneath him uncomfortably. "Stop this is hurting me." She choked out as his elbow was now digging into her lungs.

"Babe, I already told you. This round is about what I want not you." He reached one hand back to her wrists and painfully tightly the handcuffs. If she moved ever so slightly they would dig into her skin now.

"I didn't think you were actually serious and going to go through with it." She grunted as she tugged at the handcuffs on her wrists and felt the metal cutting off the circulation in her hands. She quickly retracted her hands and let them lay limp above her head.

"I wasn't fooling around Nichole." Out of nowhere, he had two more pairs of handcuffs, that had been in his hand unseen by her.

After a long struggling and screaming match (on Nichole's part) the Joker eventually had both of her ankles cuffed and attached to either side of the bed posts at the foot of the bed.

Seeing her unable to move, excited him...and she could see and feel the said excitement against her skin...

"This is awkward as hell!" She screamed.

Suddenly the Joker had a knife in his hand. A nervous laugh escaped her mouth. The Joker sat straddling her waist and then mimicked her nervous laugh cruelly before throwing the knife across the room. He suddenly reached behind her head and grabbed a pillow. He threw the pillow at the lamp by one of the sides of the bed, causing it to crash to the floor and a shattering noise to echo off the walls.

Darkness surrounded them.

They only could feel one another and hear each other's breaths.

"Let's see if you really are a mind reader Nichole. Cause right now, you won't be able to tell what I'm going to do or when I'm going to do something." His laugh vibrated down into her body.

The Joker then laid his body on top of her, leaving no room for her to move. "Hopefully it's not awkward now because you can't see me!"

His hand reached up and took her hair in it, pulling her head to the left roughly, so her neck was at the proper angle; exposed and bare. This unexpected act caused her breathing to pick up enormously as her mind raced on what he may do.

He felt with his fingertips the very faded raw skin that represented the marks he had made on her last time.

"I guess I'm going to have to redo these marks. Can't have them fading on you now can I?"

"Oh fuck...No..." She tried to move her head to the right and downward to block her neck from his mouth, but his hold on her hair kept her head pulled to the left, giving him full access to his target of choice.

His mouth met her skin on her neck and wasted no time finding the perfect spot and sucking on it. His saliva dripped down her neck and shoulder as he nuzzled his whole face into that one spot of her neck. His scars were brushing against her neck and shoulder uncomfortably.

Her whole upper body tensed as his mouth was literally sucking up all the moisture and life from her skin. She felt it become raw under his lip, smearing makeup on her in the process. She let out a gasping scream in pain before she felt one of his hands clamp over her mouth.

Her hands automatically tried to come down and pull his mouth from her neck. In doing so, her hands became even more numb from the constant pulling and cutting of metal on them. She let them rest on the pillow once more, hearing the clanking of the metal against the bed poles, as they slide down it when she relaxed her hands.

"Stop." She gasped when he removed his hand from her mouth as she felt his teeth gather a small fold of her skin in them, then continue to suck at her like a tick searching for blood.

He felt like a vampire to her. But one that had not penetrated the skin and sucking up the blood.

She tried to bend her legs up, but realized he had positioned her in a way on the bed, so both her arm and leg cuffs were at their fullest extending point.

"AHHHHH!...Ugh stop." She gasped out one more, as he suddenly yanked her head to the left even further for no reason, causing her neck to crack.

Nichole froze for a second, petrified.

"Relax," she heard his voice, "Babe, I didn't break your neck."

And with that remark, he continued to suck the skin of her neck.

He was being a leech. A vacuum.

She wasn't sure when he finished with this if there would be any layer of skin left. She just laid there, whimpering and groaning in pain.

"If you wouldn't mind..." The Joker said as he raised his mouth away from her for a moment. "I'm trying to enjoy myself over here, could you keep it down?"

She felt him press his lower self into her at the same time as he moved his mouth from her neck to her shoulder where he bit down into it....hard.

The unexpected pain inside of her when he entered her caused a loud yelp to come out of her.

There is something wrong here.... She blinked back the tears that automatically rushed to her eyes in reflex.

Due to the fact she wasn't 'turned on' by the acts and 'foreplay' he had done, she wasn't fully prepared for him to start pounding himself into her.

"Shit!" She yelled, shaking her head back and forth violently, feeling the blood run down her shoulder from where he bit as well as him inside of her.

He moved fast and painfully into her, without missing a single beat as his mouth moved down to her breasts.

"STOP!," she screamed, "FUCKING STOP! YOU'RE HURTING ME!"

His hand left her hair, ripping out strands of it in the process carelessly and clamped it over her gaping mouth once again, muffling her screams and cries as he laughed hysterically. One of his hands snaked around her waist and pulled her body up to meet his on every beat. Each time in doing so, her hands and legs would strain on the cuffs and create a bigger and bigger indent in the skin and veins each time.

Why did he have to do them so tight?!

"Keep those sounds going, girly," he chuckled.

He removed his hand from her mouth and fastened it to one of her breasts and began to pinch and twist at her nipple as if he was trying to detach it from her body. Just as she thought he reached his limit, he kept twisting and turning it between his two fingers. His mouth found her other breast and bit down on her nipple. Hard. But not enough to do permanent damage.

The next sound to echo off the walls of the hotel was her shrill screams of agony.

"OH GOD STOP!" She screamed, her hands taking hold of the headboard's poles to grip something to brace herself. Her whole body was shaking in pain.

She wanted this favor to be over and done with. And the entire time, he kept on pounding into her, not once stopping.

He did not listen or even acknowledge her screams of pain. They seemed to coax him to continue faster. Though her body was getting used and adjusted to him inside her now, her tender breasts and neck were throbbing from his wicked movements.

His hand left her nipple and took in her whole breast in his rough hand, digging his finger nails into it, causing indents to form; some bleeding.

Suddenly his mouth left her breast, giving her a moment to soak in the lessening pain. It didn't last long though. He took his hand off her breast as well, and placed it under her chin pushing her head upwards so she'd be facing the wall behind her. He put his mouth on her neck under her chin and began to suck on the delicate skin there.

The next few times he pushed himself into her, he made sure they were deep and slow.

Another open wound was made on her neck as he bit too hard on a tiny piece of skin between his teeth and red oozed from her pores. The bite marks were well sized, but they were bleeders making it seem much worse.

She let out a long groan of discomfort as the small pain came and faded on the mark. Once it dulled she released her hands from their grip on the bed's posts and let them lay on the pillow above her head.

He moaned into her neck, rubbing his face on her skin; letting his lips wander all over her raw red patches.

He has to be done soon...She hoped to herself, staring blindly at the ceiling.

His hands suddenly wriggled their way underneath her rear and dug their claws into them. He pushed her up to meet his every thrust; causing her ankles and wrists to pull on their restraints. Each thrust up, his nails would go deeper into her skin, groping at her as her screams and groans grew louder.

Sure enough just as she was about to yell at him to stop, the familiar feeling of him finishing off went through her body.

And with that...a heavy sigh of satisfaction.

The favor is over with. Finally! Her whole body relaxed underneath him and she sunk further down into the mattress.

The pain in her neck was there still, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. Now a days physical pain wasn't a big deal. Mental pains were worse. So she could deal with the throbbing feeling that would pester her for a few days in her neck and on his marks. When the wounds were made of course it did hurt and her mind could only focus on that pain, but prolonged pains were fine with her.

She wondered how her neck looked at this point.

His breath remained by her neck as he panted to himself.

The small trickles of blood from the two tiny puncture marks in the form of his teeth on her neck had ceased flowing. Still though, her neck felt as if it had been skinned; missing many layers of its protection.

"Okay…" she said, her voice was shaking from the shock of what just happened, "you had your fun now get off." She breathed out in a panting whisper. She didn't realize how much that had worn her out until this moment in time.

The Joker's body stilled for a moment. It seemed to her that even he was holding his breath. He leaned his upper body slowly off of her and looked down at her face; his eyes were perfectly adjusted to the dark. Nichole then felt him get up off of the bed, heard footsteps, and then the over head light was turned on.

Nichole groaned and squeezed her eyes shut at the sudden light. His hand went to the cuffs by her wrists holding a key.

Feeling it unclick and the ease of pressure off her wrist; she shut her eyes enjoying the sudden air around her skin. She shut her eyes and took in deep breaths to slow her heart rate down.

When he went down by her legs and undid the cuffs around her ankles, she went into a sitting position, rubbing at her wrists that had large bruising indents in them. When the last cuff was off of her she immediately got off the bed and went into the bathroom, leaving him no time to speak or even look at her, slamming the door shut and flicking on the lights.

She gasped at her reflection, seeing huge red marks that were literally the color of blood, surrounding her neck; some even having a tinge of purple to them already. It was easier to point out what part of her skin wasn't affected by his mouth; the minority. Her fingers glided across her skin slowly, caressing it to dull the pain. She brought her hands down under the sink water and splashed cold water onto her neck. Then she looked down and inspected her breasts, which were a little less worse than her neck, but not by much; they had noticeable hand marks on them as well as bite marks and hickeys.

"Ugh...." She shuddered seeing the purple marks by her nipple that had already bruised over and looked menacing. She splashed water onto her chest as well, even though it honestly felt as if it was doing nothing.

Taking a quick bathroom break after that, she returned to the mirror by the sink and washed her hands. Afterwards she noticed the indents on her wrists were fading slowly, but the purple coloring of her skin stayed. She rubbed at it a little more before exiting the bathroom.

Once she was back by the bed, she saw the Joker shutting the drawer where he had returned the cuffs. He then sat himself on the bed with his back against the headboard. He stared at her as she entered the room, and one side of his mouth was curved into a smirk.

A slight anger coarse through her upon seeing his twisted smug smirk. She didn't like that he felt so proud of himself for being able to 'basically' get her into the handcuffs without a fight. It was a small flame of rage that quickly went away as she sat down next to him on the bed. Her mood swings were worse now a days. She mentally cursed herself.

"Well I did your favor for you." Nichole stated to him, giving him a look like he owed her a 'thank you'.

"So?" He asked, nudging her side with his elbow; hitting one of her bruises causing her to wince.

"So shouldn't you at least say thanks or something? I didn't even put up a fight. I let you do what you wanted." Nichole rubbed at her hip with her fingers.

"I shouldn't have to thank you for something that should happen naturally. It's like with a pet. Do you thank a dog every time it goes the bathroom outdoors instead of on your carpet? No you don't. It is what is expected. You only punish it when it has an accident in your house." The Joker sent a toothy grin her way.

"I should be more angry that you are comparing me to a dog, but right now I'm more focused on the fact you come up with the oddest analogies ever." She shook her head.

Another thing her mind has grown immune to by him. The words and comparisons he has for her.

This is sad.... She had to laugh at herself internally.

Subject change.

"So are you satisfied? Did your 'pet' do what she was suppose to" She asked sarcastically, giving him a cheeky smile.

A pause.

He curled his upper lip in thought. "No no the question really is Nichole are YOU satisfied?"

"Me?" She asked. "After that favor? No way....But you got what you wanted so I'm satisfied that your satisfied, because that means I'm in the clear for the night....." She nodded and glanced out the window, spotting the signs of early morning sun peaking through the curtains. "Errr...morning....I'm in the clear for the morning..."

Damn we've been up all night?

"Oh I wouldn't say that..." He chimed.

If this is his thank you, then I need to do these favors more often.... Her mind greedily thought.

They had migrated towards the center of the bed to give themselves room. He was still sitting, with his legs laid out in front of him. She was on his lap with her legs curled around his waist as he moved into her.

Slowly and deeply each time.

Both of their hands were on one another's back, fighting for power as they dug their nails into each other's skin taking in the heat of the moment.

She could feel his sweat on every inch of her body, pressed into him. His body fit all her curves and they were like a conjoined puzzle piece with no space between them.

This never gets old...

Their tongues were met at their own personal battlefield. His moved roughly in his mouth, pushing her tongue aside as he explored her moist mouth. He pushed on the roof of her mouth, causing her back to arch from the sensation and slight discomfort; pushing her more into him. She tried to fight back, but he had no weakness in his mouth. She tried to find it, but it wasn't there.

He pushed his further back in her mouth, causing her to gag for a slight moment. She raked her nails down his back to give him the 'hint' he was choking her.

He understood the hint of course. But it did not stop him from as always causing her a discomfort during their heated moments.

No matter how much pleasure she did get, there were always a few moments during the act that would hurt her.

It was the price for the end product and feeling.

She had to fight for that feeling to explode within her body and trail along her nerves to her stomach where she would feel very light and at peace for moments.

Without thinking, she let one of her hands run up to clamp onto his hair. Her hand became soaked with his sweat and greasy. It felt as if she had submerged her hand into a bucket of water. Slightly grossed out she still leaned her body back, taking deep breaths of air. Reaching back, she placed one hand on his leg and slid the other down to the back of his neck as she grinded him.

After a few moments of this new movement, he took one of his hands and placed it behind her own neck pushing it into his.

Their teeth hit one another; the vibrating click noise it had made her feel uneasy.

He bit down on her lip slightly, which made her legs tighten around his waist even more. Exactly as he wanted.

His other hand fastened around her waist pulling her body in and out of him.

She let out a moan into his mouth as he seemed to hit the right spot within her.

The feeling of her fast, uneven breath producing moans in his mouth encouraged him to go faster.

They could feel every breath each other made.

Every beat each other's heart made.

Every little movement was felt.

They were so close to each other it was causing her head to spin.

Each droplet of sweat coming out of their skin was felt as it slowly dripped down and clung to the other's skin. They were one yet again and both enjoying the moment.

Her whole body started to feel light as she knew her moment of bliss was coming. Her hands went down his chest for the moment and dragged along his muscles. She brought her arms underneath his and let her hands reach up to rest on the back of his shoulders as she tightened her grip on him; tensing completely.

She felt her muscles tighten and then release in one faithful moment as he deeply went into her; hips lined up perfectly.

A very loud moan came out of her mouth as she let her lips leave his. She shut her eyes and let the side of her face lean on his. A big intake of breath, helped keep her from feeling even more light headed than she already was.

Her hands on his shoulder pulled at his body, and he groaned himself feeling her body in its most accepting state.

She opened her eyes and felt complete.

Driven wild by the high she was on.

Satisfaction spread through her body; even her fingertips were tingling. She could literally feel her pleasure spreading like light through her body. Her soul was opened up letting in the very thing that was unwanted so many months ago.

It felt like years ago.

It didn't matter.

She didn't drag around the corpse of her memories anymore. She lived in the now.

The now was here and the now is here.

With her moans and movements of approval it did not take long for him to reach his point as well. His body tightened and relaxed with her.

There she sat on his lap, panting for breath. They leaned against each other's chests to remain up. The sweat between them was drying slowly.

The Joker suddenly leaned himself back, so his head rested at the end of the bed; taking Nichole down with him. She landed with her head on his shoulder and her legs straightened out to rest on top of his. One of his arms rested tiredly on her back that had many scratch marks and bruises on it now. Dry blood was in various patches of her skin where it had leaked out of her scratches.

Her body looked beat up and yet right now she was smiling and satisfied with the final outcome. She was able to completely take her mind off the little favor he thrust upon her and focus on the good of the night.

They could feel each other's hearts were sky rocketing.

"So Nichole-" He breathed out.

Knock. Knock.

"It's 11 in the morning....you gotta check out." Came a voice from the door. "Sorry boss..."

The Joker growled in annoyance, to show he had heard. He let his arm around her back pull on her shoulder so she rolled over off of him and lay next to him. The unexpectedness caused her to gasp, and since she was already out of breath, it almost felt as if she had the wind knocked out of her. She looked over at him as he already had gotten off the bed and was beginning to gather his clothes off the ground and putting them on quickly.

He looked down at her as he was buckling his belt. "Well hurry up babe, you heard the man. We are getting the boot." He winked. "I'm surprised we didn't get kicked out earlier, I mean jeez you were making a lot of noise." He began to laugh as she rolled her eyes.

Nichole hopped off the bed and found her clothing as well, changing into them quickly. She was just about to put her dress on when the Joker suddenly grabbed her by the waist and picked her up so she was horizontal, with her hip resting against the side of his jacket covered hip; carrying her as if she was a book of package.

"Too slow!" He teased and continued to walk towards the door.

"Hey! I can't go out there in just a bra and underwear! Let me put my dress on!" She tried to claw at his leg for him to let her go.

He did.

She banged on the floor with a small gasp. "Ouch! What the hell!?"

Seeing the look in his eyes, she took the moment to put her dress on quickly and stood herself up. They walked outside quickly to avoid any strange looks.

After all, they had makeup smeared on both of their faces, large marks on her neck and chest that were visible in her current attire, and they were both wanted by the police. Once in the van, the Joker slammed his foot on the gas and sped off to the warehouse.

They both were a bit antsy during the small traffic they hit.

A good sleep was in store for both of them. Sleeping the day and part of the night away was what they intended to do.

Her elbow rested on the compartment that one would store things in that rested between the driver and passenger seats. Slowly her head made its way to the Joker's shoulder as she shut her eyes. He quickly shrugged his shoulder causing her head to bounce off of him and laughed.

"Not tired are you?" He asked.

She shook her head and mumbled. "No...just resting my eyes."

In a few silent minutes they were back at the warehouse. Nichole didn't know why but being back at the warehouse with all current problems between them solved, made her feel more awake and at peace. She wondered where Jasper and his friends were and when she would be able to tell him what happened.

Her second wind was coming at her. When he pulled into the garage and parked, she threw open her door and climbed out. The familiar smell of dirt and gasoline filled her nostrils.

Home....

She heard the Joker get out of the van as well. Feeling too active to stand still she entered the warehouse and went to the kitchen to grab a drink. Sipping her newly poured water, she watched the Joker do the same and grab a bag of chips. He put it on the table and sat in a chair, reaching into the bag and eating its contents. Nichole sat next to him and ate some of the chips as well, not caring if he had decided to 'claim' the chips and they were off limits to her. She was starving! But he didn't stop her, and tiredly stared at the table.

Once the bag was empty, he tossed it to the ground and stood up heading towards the stairs. She followed behind him and trudged up the creaky stairs. Passing by the second floor, she peered down the hallway and met eyes with Jasper who had peeked his head out his door to see who had come into the building.

He pointed to her, then to himself; while mouthing, "You have explaining to do!"

She clamped a hand over her mouth to contain her laughter at the priceless face Jasper had made.

The two entered the Joker's room and he shut and locked the door behind him. He kicked off his shoes and shrugged out of his jacket.

They both went into the bed that Nichole had wanted to be in those three days of insanity. She took in the disgusting smell that she had grown so used to.

She rolled over and faced him and saw him smile darkly.

She knew that smile oh too well.

For the same smile was on her face as well.

With that they assumed the position and ten minutes later were panting in each others arms, satisfied once again. Both completely ready for sleep.

Kait: Just letting you know, Sydney wrote from scratch the part in this chapter where the Joker gives Nichole...um...where he okay whatever i'll be blunt with ya the part he eats her out. Sydney wrote it cause I can't write that haha.

Sydney: (shrugs).... i don't think it was as good as the ..."umbrella" scene though... but yes, i hardly had to edit alot of the descriptions kait wrote for the sex scenes actually! She has gotten wicked good!

Kait: I'm gonna say the same thing I just AIM'd you with...BITCH! Stop making me blush!

Sydney: Please please review everyone. Next chapter...WE ARE SO EXCITED.

Kait: In a sense the next chapter could be like considered the end of part 2 to Eye Candy and the begining of part 3 for Eye Candy. It's one of those deals. Part one of Eye candy was about the set up. Part 2 was the transformation. what on earth could be part 3?? I don't know. But we are hitting you with two double whammies next chapter. Teehee! Reviews make my typing go faster and Sydney's editing go faster! So review and make us happy. Keep our minds on Batman and not Red Eye!

Shout out: Raine 13! Hey giiiiiirrrll so I watched the movie with commentary. Oh my flipping heathus Christ! the part they go "the more he likes her and wants her and the more she is repulsed by him, the more he sees he will never have a beautiful woman like this to come home to and love." I was flipping out! Wes Craven you are my hero! Jackson and Lisa forever!